Rupert Brooke

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.

If you compare NASA's annual budget to explore the heavens, that one year budget would fund NOAA's budget to explore the oceans for 1,600 years.

I'm a big action junkie. I grew up on the '80s action movies - the bad ones and the good ones.